We got a call in the middle of the night Friday that my grandpa had had a heart attack and was on his death bed. His Heart Rate was only 25bpm!
Myself and my Christian brother were the only ones able to get to the hospital as grandpa’s kids and grandkids all had viruses or were out of state/country.
For such a time as this we headed to Melbourne in the middle of the night and when we arrived he was very agitated.
The Holy Spirit fell whilst we prayed and filled him with peace. He verbally accepted Jesus as his Lord and Saviour and hours later departed from this earth to his eternal home with Jesus.
What a beautiful moment. God is so faithful and some (like the criminal on the cross) find Him at the very last moment. Never give up!